More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

The ordinary can be like medicine.

He looked into the crowd for approval, saw his mother and father. He waved and they waved back. Smiles and Indian teeth. They were both drunk. Everything familiar and welcome. Everything beautiful.

Summer coming like a car from down the highway.

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.

The white people always want to fight someone and they always get the dark-skinned people to do the fighting.

How much do we remember of what hurts us most? I've been thinking about pain, how each of us constructs our past to justify what we feel now. How each successive pain distorts the preceding.

At the back of my mind I wanted to be a journalist when I grew up since I didn’t seem to be getting any better at goalkeeping.

You are nature. You are already perfect, peaceful, and powerful. You don’t need to become anything. You simply need to remember yourself.

I think what makes someone pretty amazing is being comfortable in your own skin.

All my life I'm trying to go forward and trying to grow.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

The art of detection is finding a common denominator for the fractions of a case.

Every successive generation becomes a living memorial of our public schools, and a living example of their excellence.

I want people to feel good about themselves.

I have a healthy cynicism, but not anger.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.